Every student is alive. I teach them what that means.

I spent my Ph.D. years counting phytoplankton and my weekends teaching my niece to key out garden weeds — and eventually admitted the weekends were the real work. Thirteen years later I run biology like a naturalist's apprenticeship: microscopes always out, windows always open, and a campus biodiversity register that students guard like a family ledger.

My lab cultures its own yogurt bacteria, raises moths through full metamorphosis every monsoon, and keeps a 63-species campus register that has twice caught the groundskeeper felling the wrong tree. Along the way: 241 NEET qualifiers, a 96% board average at peak, and a steady stream of alumni who send me photographs of lichen from their honeymoons.

If your school wants biology taught as an encounter with the living world — dissection-tray rigour plus open-window wonder — transplant me. I establish quickly in most habitats.